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prey.like a deer’s head stuffed on shaky walls, / my eyes have become bulged, my tongue sedated. / my hunter wore no gear.

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Jun 28, 2016

hello, old friend.i am aching and my tongue tastes like your / ******* ignorance. like salt with ***** / i want to *****

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Jun 4, 2016

forever & ever & everI have been obsessed with staring at people’s ring fingers. I have been obsessed with seeing if there are rings, and if there are, why? And if there isn’t, why? I have been obsessed with the concept of marriage. Of babies. Of living together forever and ever with just one person. / The thought tastes like milk washed down with soap. But I cannot stop staring at people’s hands. I want to ask how they knew. Was there a switch that was flipped? Was there music loud and thudding in their ears? How did they know that when they’re old with wrinkles under their eyes they’ll still want to kiss the other’s lips? / I check off my lovers with a sharpie on my wrists. I wonder if any of them thought I was the one. The sharpie bleeds and stains my shirt. A man told me once he loved me within a month of knowing me. Was that true, never ending love? He left cigarette ash in my car and didn’t know where to put his fingers. He had wanted a house, a kid, a dog.

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Apr 21, 2016

boysi've known the boys like him, the boys / with the gentle eyelashes and the / lip petals and spikes.

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Apr 16, 2016

white liewe never talk about the ******* afterward. / it's hidden in the dust on my sheets, his liquids still fresh, / his cologne stamped on my pillowcases,

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Mar 23, 2016

ophelia's revengei've seen your face, recently, / popped up like that nightmare i keep having where my body is left in / lukewarm sweat. your eyes are still as green as stems, and i want to

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Mar 20, 2016

Untitledi have a lump under my armpit, / thick and pressured, i want to bite it off, throw it inside a bin / it's coming to me when i am feeling bumps and growths in my

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Mar 20, 2016

shooki am tired, and my bones are sore and at times / i want to curl up within the ground and / have the tufts of grass and dried up leaves call

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Feb 25, 2016

fish bonewhy must my heart be like feathers falling too / quickly? / i cannot help but feel and love and feel and love

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Feb 4, 2016

lust, love, love, lust.he is running down my legs. sticky / inside my thighs. like the glue you / used in elementary school. the kind that

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Jan 27, 2016

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